Oh, no,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “No, no, no. Somebody get a can opener. I’ve got a god stuck in my head.” Bast’s eyes lit up. “You communicated with Horus directly? That’s excellent progress!” “Progress?” I banged my palms against my head. “Get him out!” Calm down, Horus said. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Bast frowned. “I didn’t.” “Talking to him!” I pointed at my forehead.